Long Commence Poems

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Premium Member Marriage of the Sun and the Moon

The stars and leaves twinkled with eager anticipation.
Ethereal enchanted night was dazzled by the plan.
Thrilled that the wedding of the century was happening.
The romantical union of lovely Moon and her suiter, Sun.

Where will they honeymoon? A newcomer faerie queried.
The fey village filled with giggles at her naïve question.
One kiss a day is all they get, a wise elf whispered.
It is all the time they have daily, a soothsayer said.

It is enough, the moon thought, as she listened beyond the clouds.
The sun agreed, loving that it was finally their wedding day.
Twilight tuned the landscape into a splendiferous rainbow.
The wedding of the century was about to commence.
And what a kiss!


Premium Member Sincerely

Pen in hand,
Delicate stationery on the desk,
Covered with roses—
Pink, yellow, and white,
Reserved for a special delivery.
With a trembling hand,
I pen:
My Dearest,
Dearest,
Dear.
Time waits for no one as I glance at the clock.
The day turns to night,
As the shadows from the light
Cast a shimmering glow
On the letter started long ago.
I pick up the single page,
Feel the subtle smooth grain
In between my fingers,
Wondering
If my words can do it honour.
How do I commence,
Spilling
My most secret thoughts
To a memory now living
In pictures on the walls, on small tables,
And even smiling down on me
From the shelf in the desk?
I pick up the pen again:
My Dearest One,
Time is near.
Save me a spot,
A most glorious seat
By your side.
Sincerely,
Love, Mom.
Sealed with a kiss,
Addressed to Heaven.

Premium Member squirrel finally has internet

Squirrel was excited. Today is the day! My Google fiber will be here!
We have to charge you extra, the technician man said, to be perfectly clear.
I do not care, squirrel rapidly said with glee, bring Google Fiber up to me!
This is my first time, admitted the cable guy as he climbed the solid oak tree.

Cable was finally in, internet worked like a dream, payment could commence.
See that field to the right? Squirrel said. Giant walnuts are next to that fence.
But we do not take walnuts, the technician said, we only take cash money.
So squirrel got crow involved, for he had given lots of shiny coins to his honey.
Form: Rhyme

Timing

A listless wall-clock tocks.
Pedestrians sleep-walk to their garages,
strung out nightwalkers arrive home
to unwind main springs.
Neighborhood cats want in and dogs out.
Pet-free I arise
to pee.

Hung upon marshmallow bones
I roll back onto the perspiring mattress,
Its pillows are still drunk on mind-fog.
The slamming of distant doors
tweaks fine ear hairs.

The clock stops to rethink the notion of time,
hands flop out of its face,
those hands will never reach the floor,
not until bare feet repossess the rug,
nor until my toes can hack their way through
its pile weave jungle,
only then
will the wall commence to tick,
and a thick-tongued world clock in.

Premium Member Shooting Stars

A spectacular show enlightens heavens above
In ephemeral musings of burning meteoroids
Mimicking likeness of falling ornamental stars--
Beaming streaks of rainbow-colors earthbound,

When earth crosses trajectory of comet's path
Encountering in its way pebbles of cosmic rock
Colliding, illuminating in orbital trespass,

Elements of iron, copper, magnesium, silicone
Glittering within spectra of kaleidoscopic astral art;

Streaming down rockets of blazing stars--
Tinted meteor-showers flaunting nature's panorama
Fixating sights upward where constellations are,

In idyllic August venue gazing ashen sky
Exhilarated witnessing magical phenomenon;

Mesmerizing predawn with seductive stagecraft
Premiering its play slyly when moon's hiding out
And sun's yet to commence ascending golden arc.

August 15, 2019
Placed 2nd: Shooting stars poetry contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Placed 3rd: Strand select N contest by Brian Strand
Form: Verse


Premium Member Cross-Eyed Chickens


There's nothing funnier than a cross-eyed chicken
With legs the size of your arm
The Chicken Emporiums would sure love to know 
The name of this progressive farm

Aside from the unnerving cross-eyed feature
The implications are really immense
Imagine a leg on your plate so humongous
You wouldn't know where to commence

The cross-eyed feature might cause some concern
If the patrons viewed this poor old bird
Before it was rendered suitable for consumption
It sure looked hilariously absurd

The cross eyes were caused by trying to eject
A super sized extra large egg
Probably gave the poor brave chicken a hernia
Before passing it, for mercy it begged

Such is the way of us civilized humans
Thinking of our bellies all day
Paying no attention to these cross-eyed chickens
As they dance to the hen house ballet

hhmmmmm
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Liberty


The greatest gift I can give to you
The gift that is shaded by hues of affection
Inspired by faith in our God above
And filled with a promise of poise
Hope that makes a way for each longing
Faith that is astride feelings so vibrant
They break through the chaos and fear
Bring light, love and laughter to cheer
The most dreary day with sunny rays
That grace each thought with promises
Of joy so free that it leaves no room
For worry, discouragement or despair

The greatest gift I can give to you
The gift that captures all my thoughts
With music breathed through a prayer
Haunting beautiful hopes with a dream
For something so special, so rare
That I can only reveal it’s glory to those
Who listen with their very hearts and souls
To the answers discovered in the One
Who gives every prayer a opportunity
A blessing to be welcomed and honored
Sanctified and exalted by everlasting grace
Love that frees the spirit to breath wisdom

The greatest gift I can give to you
Is the gift of love so alive, so bright
It breaks through the sunrise with hues
Of brilliant ideas and inspirational truths
Beckoning to the soul who wants to hope
For mercy that abides on the praises
Sent up to the One who knows our thoughts
Our dreams, our beliefs, our vision
The reason for everything we commence
Even those things we might not finish
The ones that leave us feeling so incomplete
But reveal in us a spirit of real freedom
To give God all the glory for such liberty

The greatest gift I can give to you
Is the same liberty to be the real you

Time To Brew

Enough of the winds
Swirling with urgency
I demand that it ceases at once
Succumb to whims
Bow to demands
I wish nothingness to commence
I lap up the gilded chaos
Flowing into my brain
Close the eyes
Embrace the surprise
Allow this minstrel chorus
To play follow the leader
Into and against the sky
That forbids us to leave
We must find that spot
Tickle, touch and tangoe
Where we engage with
Or even teach
The Pharoah’s Dance
With its keyboard trance
All the erstwhile meanings
Floating in and out
Senses defer to
Broad, centrifugal gatherings
The notes mean nothing
The spaces in between even less
I can only hear volume
I can only feel heat
I sit here grooving out of control
Yet within these banal confines
Of this communal sigh
Easing into track 2
Bitches Brew
With the luscious obnoxiousness
Shooting into veins
Ripe and ready for so much more
Pierce me oh brass lord
Bring your lovers and henchmen alike
Both like me
For different reasons
And I like
Well
Let’s just say
An auditory orgy isn’t complete
Without its foes, friends, freaks and euphoniums
Injecting deep
Deeeeep
To where the marrow lives
And the sparrow flies
Bang
Bang
Says the snare
Remember me
I can count the f--- out of you
Tap you into time
Ratchet the good and plenty
Until you have it all
Then leave without any
And back
And forth
Again we go
Where I stop
Only he and the dandelions know
Which is fine
Because it’s time to stop thinking
And let the Brew do its thing.

(12/26/17)

Superhuman

10/1/17



Reaching destinations
Exceeding expectations

Staying professional
Getting it done in a way that is exceptional

Far from probable
Didn't seem possible
But it happened and was phenomenal

Was stuck like barnacles
Then moved among the particles
Doing something remarkable
With or without using an arsenal

More than a poet
In case you didn't know it
Stoic
And heroic

Doing things that are stupendous
And tremendous

More than scary
Extraordinary
Giving opposition a coronary
So that they end up in the mortuary
Not no dormitory

No matter the suspense
Events continue to commence
Leaving an impact that is immense
On either side of the fence
In forests that are dense
Form: Rhyme

The Profitable Casino

Greetings, have your eyes wide open.
Take in every sound and sight.
Place a bet, push forth your chips,
Let the game commence.
The game is going in your favor,
Have a drink or two.
Widen your grin,
The fun is only going to get better.
You've won!
Next game, new bet, a fresh challenger
Who is also a guest?
Both of you are likely to win,
The Beast Hotel only has happy customers.
Again and again, place forth your chips.
The bets are made,
As the game commences,
Over and over money is lost and won.
Gamble as another game lures you in.
Another chance to gain more riches.
More and more you can gain,
Challenge other guests to line your pockets.
You may bet them anything they have,
even their personhood.
The higher the bet, a greater reward.
New bets, new rewards
This is a profitable risk.

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